Gunner said he'd take me to the training room a few minutes after breakfast and we’re on our way there now.
“You didn’t tell me there’s an elevator here.” I asked when he stopped walking. It was at the end of the hallway on the north side. It was designed like a regular wall so no one would think there was one there. Even the buttons are camouflaged.
“It’s used primarily for training and nothing else,” he explained.
“I see. Your design?”
Gunner shook his head. “Grandpa. The Lavoie men like to design and build. So when we have children, our son will have the same trait.”
I raised an eyebrow before getting inside the elevator. “Only the son?”
“Have you met Gwen?”
It’s annoying how he answered my question with another question. He pressed the elevator button and we went to the basem
